SHE wrapped her soul in a lace of lies, <br />With a prime deceit to pin it; <br />And I thought I was gaining a fearsome prize, <br />So I staked my soul to win it. <br />We wed and parted on her complaint, <br />And both were a bit of barter, <br />Tho' I'll confess that I'm no saint, <br />I'll swear that she's no martyr.<br /><br />Paul Laurence Dunbar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/parted-5/
